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5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme (For us he man became,
Fill ev'ry heart and tongue,

And still abides the same;
Till strangers love thy charming name, To make us all one spirit
And join the sacred song.

With him, is his blest aim.

O JESUS, for thy matchless love,

ANGELS, principalities,
Accept our warmest praise ;

Thrones and pow'rs in heav'nly places,
Since thou didst leave thy throneabove, Worship Jesus,
To save a sinful race.

As the Author of their frame;

We with them
2 Thanks for thy suff'rings, tears, and Praise him for his incarnation,

Human life and bitter passion,
And groans in thy distress ;

And adore his saving name.
The source of never-fading joys,
And endless happiness.

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3 Thanks for thy thirst, O Prince of WHAT strikes, O wounded Lamb of

When hanging on the tree;

My soul so sensibly?
What a divine refreshment this 'Tis when I view the fervent love,
To souls athirst for thee!

That urged thee to die;
4 Thanks for thy last heart-piercing cry; And feel that from thy precious blood,
And meritorious death :

So freely shed for me,
Grant we may all on thee rely;

Flows all my happiness in time,
And live a life of faith.

And in eternity
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2 This grace, as long as life shall last,

I humbly will proclaim;
SING with humblehearts your praises, I, who a sinner void of good,
For our Saviour's boundless


Who dust and ashes am:
Pay due homage to Christ Jesus,

'Tis deeply rooted in my heart,
Come with thanks before his face :

Eras'd it ne'er shall be,
Praise him for his death and bleeding, That by thy meritorious death
All our happiness lies there;

Thou hast redeemed me.
Praise him for his gracious leading,
Praise your faithful Shepherd's care.

3 Thy mercy may I ne'er forget,

While here below I stay:
2 Thou to purchase our salvation I'm lost in wonder and amaze,
Didst assume humanity;

When I thy goodness weigh,
Jesus, for thy bitter passion,

That I, poor sinner, am become
May we ever thankful be:

A child of thine, thro' grace,
Filld with awe, and humbly bowing, And being thine, a joyful heir
At thy feet we prostrate fall,

Of ceaseless happiness.
Gratefully this truth avowing:
That thou art our All in all.

4 With contrite tears I thee adore,

And thank for mercy free;
I'll in my walk show forth thy praise,

Ev’n in my small degree:

If thou support me with thy aid,
Extol with one accord

As my most gracious Lord;
The God of our salvation,

Th' imperfect service which I yield,
Sing praises to the Lord :

Will joy lo thee afford.

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5 Whenever my frail nature swerves 3 I see him in the garden

Beyond the proper bounds, (gives, Shed foods of bitter tears, Thou know'st, O Lord, what pain it Sinking beneath the burden; How grievously it wounds;

I hear his anxious pray'rs; With eager

haste I therefore flee, I see him pine and languish, And safely wish to hide

As on the ground he lay, Within thy wounds, O God my Rock, Till, thro' his pores in anguish, And in those clefts abide.

The blood-sweat forc'd its way. 6 O thou, who to redeem my soul Didst on the cross expire,

4 I fully am assured

My Saviour loveth me, Grant I may love thee in return,

By all he hath endured Be this my fix'd desire:

In his great agony; Henceforth no more to cherish self,

His back plough'd o'er with furrows, But to thy praise to live,

His side pierc'd with a spear, Who lovedst me, and out of love

And unexampled sorrows, Thyself for me didst give.

His boundless love declare. 7 Thy suff'rings then, and bitter death,

My heart shall e'er retain ; 5 My fav’rite theme is Jesus, And earnestly I'll shun thro'grace,

All else I count but loss; All that which gives thee pain;

His love all thought surpasses, For nothing now which this vain world Ah, view him on the cross! Can offer or devise,

Thence hope and consolation Can yield me any further joy,

I freely can derive; : Nought but my ransom price.

Were he not my salvation,

I could not bear to live. 8 For ever then remain engravid

Deep in my heart's recess; 6 Near Jesus' cross I tarry, Thee whom I wish to love in truth, On him I fix mine eyes, O may my mouth confess :

Behold him spent and weary Grant that each sheep within thy fold A bleeding sacrifice;

Thy seal impress'd may bear, Once of his heav'nly glory Until thou, at the judgment day, I shall obtain a sight; In glory shalt appear.

But here, his suff'ring beauty 360.* T. 151.

Remains my chief delight. BEHOLD, my soul, thy Saviour

7 What undeserved favor Gives up his life and blood,

Hath Jesus to me shown! Thee to restore to favor,

Might I recline for ever And reconcile to God;

Upon his breast, like John. Thy ev'ry pain he eases,

Tis my heart's inclination, In him thou find'st relief,

Like Mary, oft to sit, Rise then, and sing his praises,

Until my consummation, Who turns to joy thy grief.

Lord, at thy pierced feet. 2 How is my soul delighted, 8 In my forlorn condition

Tho'shame o'erspreads my face, Thou, Lord, didst me receive, When I, by faith excited,

Thou savedst from perdition The Lamb of God can trace,

My soul, and badst me live: In all his bitter passion,

With inward spirit's ardor, Till dying on the tree !

I thank thee for thy grace ; He bare my condemnation,

Thyself this heav'nly fervor And gained life for me.

Of love to thee increase!

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361. T. 146. I revere-him with fear:

But his expiration
LORD Jesus, who for me

Yields me consolation.
Hast endless bliss obtained,
And as thy property

2 Heart-reviving is the view My soul by blood regained:

Of our lovely Saviour;

Him our highest Good to know, Accept a weeping eye,

Be our whole endeavour;
A warm and grateful heart,

We're unclean,-full of sin,
Tho' a thank-off'ring poor,
Yet take it in good part.

But the stripes of Jesus

Heal all our diseases. 2 Jesus, thy dying love

3 Lamb of God, all praise to thee! And thy blood-bought salvation, Thou hast vict'ry gained, By day and night shall prove

And upon the cross for me. My fav'rite meditation,

Endless bliss obtained

; When I commune with thee,

Thou art mine,- I am thine; As tho' before mine


May my whole demeanor I saw thee bodily ;

To thy name give honor. My faith this vivifies.

363.* 3 I look to Golgotha, For me I view thee languish,

THANKS to the Man of sorrows be," And melt like wax away

To Jesus Christ, who set us free Before thy pain and anguish;

From sin and death, when on the cross

He suffer'd to retrieve our loss;
By faith I see God's wrath
In what on thee did fall,

Had he not shed his blood our debt to The fountain too and bath



We still had been the devil's wretched For my offences all. 4 Most gracious God and Lord ! 2 O had not Jesus' blood been shed,

Life would a burden be indeed, Mankind's almighty Saviour !

No comfort could we ever find, Worthy to be ador'd

No By all both now and ever!

ray. of hope to cheer our mind; Those souls are blest indeed

But now on earth wemay enjoyhisgrace, Who thee embrace by faith,

And humbly hope in heav'n to see his As thou for us wast laid

face. Low in the dust of death.

3 Rise, brethren, we to all the earth

Our Lord's atonement will set forth, 5 In thee I trust by faith,

Will love our Master unto death, Jesus, my God and Saviour;

And humbly cleave to him by faith. On thy atoning death

Lord Jesus, be thou prais’d eternally, My soul shall feed for ever;

If there no Jesus were, what should Thy suffrings shall remain

we be! Deep on my heart imprest, Thou Son of God and man!

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WE sinners void of good,

Defila by sin and stained,

Yet bought with Jesus' blood,
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Who our salvation gained,
WHEN I Christ in spirit trace

As helpless, vile and poor, As the world's Creator,

Appear before his face, And regard the sinfulness

And humbly him adore Of my fallen nature;

For our blest lot of grace.


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2 When we thy mercy weigh,


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How nails and scourges tore thee,
Our debt immense to pay ;

O LAMB once slain, my Lord and
We melt in tears before thee :

Thy pain, thy stripes and wounds, Thy bitter suff'rings, death and blood

Thy death, thou slaughter'd Lamb, Remain my heart's confession;
Whence all our bliss redounds, Thee, the great Author of my frame,

Our grateful praises claim. Thankful I call the slaughter'd Lamb, 3 Eternal thanks be thine,

Thy love is past expression, Author of our salvation !

For joy-weep I Thou didst our hearts incline,

O'er thy bloody--wounded budy, T'accept thy invitation;

For thy passion We are thy property,

Hath procur'd for me salvation. O may we thine abide;

2 Thy blood was shed for me, I know, This is our only plea,

For my redemption did it flow;
That thou for us hast dy'd.

O sweetest consolation !
Now nothing in the world beside

can make me truly satisfy'd, THY blood, thy blood the deed hath There is true bliss,

But thy blood-bought salvation : wrought,

Virtue healing--all that's ailing, : That won me for thee, Saviour;

Strength supplying "Else had I never on thee thought,

Life, altho' my flesh be dying.
Nor come to thee for ever.
2 Tho' I'm a sinful creature still,
I have a full exemption


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From serving since,since thou didstquell O HAPPY hour! by faith I see
Its pow'r by thy redemption.

My suff'ring, dying Lord for me 3 I feel how much in debt I am, Upon the cross outstretched;

This makes me oft ashamed; If from my view this should depart,
Yet as thy purchase, slaughter'd Lamb, I then should feel a piercing smart,
I thro'
grace esteemed.

Yea I should be most wretched :

But he knows me 4 O let me thee behold in faith, As thou for me wast wounded;

To be feeble,--and not able

For a moment And trust in thy atoning death,

To live without his atonement. Whereon my bliss is grounded.

2 A sinner I, and full of blame; 5 Thy mercy ne'er from me remove; But “Saviour” is his precious name; But under thy direction,

He nothing will deny me; Let me experience, while I live

His blood was shed for me, I know, On earth, thy kind protection.

Thence blessings in abundance flow, 6 May this each day be my employ, Nought else could satisfy me.

The fruits of thy blest passion My God !-thy blood
Still more completely to enjoy, Still can wash memand refresh me;
And taste thy great salvation.. It is cleansing,

Pardon, life, and grace dispensing.
7 Till I shall once behold thy face,
In endless bliss and glory,

3 Therefore I'll ever view my

God, And for the wonders of thy grace, His body cover'd o'er with blood,

With humble thanks adore thee. His soul with grief oppressed;

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This sight removes all doubt and fear, 12 To love thee, Lord,-ah! this

Ev'n here is heav'nly bliss;
It gives me boldness to draw near,
By whatsoe'er distressed :

With thy love my heart inspire,
Here I—find joy,

There by faith for ever dwell;
Heav'nly pleasure-beyond measure This I always will desire,
Near my Saviour

Nothing but thy love to feel.
I would fain abide for ever.

3 He bore the curse of all, 368. T. 141.

A spotless criminal:

Burden'd with our crimes and guilt,
LAMB of God beloved,

Blacken'd with imputed sin,
Once for sinners slain,

Man to save his blood he spilt,
Thankful we remember,

Dy'd, to make the sinner clean.
What thou didst sustain ;

4 Join earth and heav'n to bless Nothing thee incited But unbounded grace,

The Lord our Righteousness;

Sinn'd we all, and dy'd in One; To bear condemnation

Just in One we all are made: In the sinners' place.

Christ the law fulfill'd-alone,
2 This fills me with rapture,

Dy'd for all, for all obey'd.
That thou bar’st my smart,

5 In him complete I shine,
And thy dying figure

His death, his life is mine;
Captivates my heart;
Since thou by thy passion

Fully am I justify'd;
Didst for me atone,

Free from sin, and more than free,
I myself surrender

Guiltless, since for me he dy'd,
To thee, as thine own.

Righteous, since he liv'd for me! 3 In thy wounds, O Jesus !

6 Jesus! to thee I how,
I have found true peace;

Approach thee humbly now.
Thou in all distresses

O the depths of love divine !
Art my hiding-place;

Who thy wisdom's stores can tell?
Unto thee I'll ever

Knowledge infivite is thine,
Look with humble faith,

All thy ways unsearchable.
And rejoice, and glory

In thy wounds and death.

FULL to my view,--In bloody hue, 4 I unworthy sinner

The Lamb of God
Lie before thy throne;

Stretch'd out upon the wood,
ThoʻI scarce am able

With wounds and stripes and scarsa
To express, I own,

All my wants, dear Saviour,

The nails and spear-His body tear,
Yet thou know'st them well; And open wide
Now in me the counsel

The fountain in his side.
Of thy love fulfil.

2 His matchless worth--None can set
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Or duly praise
Tis done, my God hath dy'd, His mercy, love and grace;
My love is crucify'd.

He bore most willingly–For me
Break, this slony heart of mine, God's fiery wrath,

Pour my eyes a ceaseless flood, Which caus'd his death,
Feel, my soul, the pangs divine, When on the cross

Catch, my heart, the issuing blood ! He died to ransom us.

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